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Chapter 43 - "I'm Not Okay. (I Promise)"

---Rowan's POV---

My giraffe onesie was sat next to me, leaving me in just a tank top and athletic shorts. Not exactly my first choice of clothes, but it beats something with crusty blood right in my face and around my neck.

"You ready to go, Rowan?" Abby peaked her head into the office. Lewis had been asking about what happened and dragged her out into the hallway to talk. I had moved to the floor simply so that I could lay down if I wanted to. I never did, though.

"Yeah." I grabbed my onesie and leaned forward to stand up. When I stood, my hand reached out to prop myself against the wall while the room span a bit. A sensation I was used to, just not to this degree. I always stand up too fast or something like that. Guess I'm just eager.

"Are you alright?" Smith asked, biting his lip nervously.

"Seriously, Smith, don't worry about it. It's no big deal." I give him a smile before walking over to Abby. "Bye Ross. Bye Trott. See ya, Smith." An hand on my arm pulled me from the room before they could say their goodbyes. Lewis was looking directly at me, seeming a tad frustrated.

Wait.

Lewis Brindley.

Touching. My. Fucking. Arm.

SQUEAKY MOTHER OF SQUEAKS DON'T EXPLODE

"I'm terribly sorry about this, Miss," Lewis sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Nononononono, please. Don't be. It's fine, I'm fine. Everything's great!" It was taking everything in me not to just go crazy. "Honestly, I'm fine. Nope, I'm better than fine! I am one hundred percent great because I'm in Yogtowers and actually conversing with the Yogscast!" He slowly removed his fingers, giving me a questioning look.

"A fan?"

"Yes!" A chuckle rumbled from Lewis, causing me to smile wider. He pat my arm before looking back to Abby.

"You two run off, then. I've got to talk to those three and put some sense in them." He grimaced before turning to walk into the office. One last try to convince Smith I'm alright.

"Lewis?"

"Yes?" I watched him turn his head to face me.

"Please don't get them in trouble...?" Abby laughed behind me, tugging at my arm. Lewis gave me a small smile and a nod before walking into their office, shutting the door behind him.

"Hopeless!"

"I don't care, Abby." She turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing in accusal. "Okay, maybe just a little..." I huff slightly, my hand reaching up to fiddle with the bandage on my temple. It still hurt a fair bit, but I could deal. I'm used to dealing with dull, constant pains.

"Maybe you should try and talk to people. Go outside of your tiny bubble realm."

"I like my bubbles, though." I frown, pulling the giraffe onesie to my chest and glancing around.

"Yeah, I do too."

"They're cozy. Like hoodies. That's why I wear hoodies all the time. They make me feel safe and stuff. Also, it's fun to feel small for once. Big shirts and jackets and clothes make me feel like I'm not this big person that has to deal with big person things. You know?" The look on her face told me that she wasn't quite understanding, so I just laughed and waved her away.

"Weirdo."

"Yep." I run like a mad woman out of the elevator, turning backwards so that I could make faces at Abby as she walked leisurely farther back. She never would run after me and that always kept me from running too far. I'd always stop and wait or walk back over. Take that as a metaphor or something, I guess.